Yesterday … was the first time I heard the trans person in the gym, gorgeous baritone. I was naked in the shower and my first response was, “that’s cool!” and my second response was “O my God, that was my first response.”

God did it, because, you see, I’d been praying for a long, long time to be less politically correct and more, well … converted.

(not that I have anything against – fake it till you make it)

I got to work praying right there with the shampoo all over my head — I told Jesus it would be all right to change my mind — about a woman with hijab and a backpack, a young black man whose ancestors were on this soil much longer than mine, serious fundamentalists who fatherfatherfatherfather their way through every prayer, republicans who are not Susan Collins.

Yesterday … today and tomorrow God is in the miracle business, in the business of trans-figuration.